Page 63 of How to Keep a Fae

A heartbeat later, her fertile scent slams into me.

“More,” she says, her voice cracking with command. “Give me more.”

I move, her humble servant, ready to serve her every need. Adaline, our sweet fae, the woman we love—the queen of our hearts—is in heat.

She needs us.

Needs us to fuck her—to rut her through her heat.

I have her on her back and knot her on the first thrust. August growls. It is his own fucking fault for not being fast enough.

Her back bows. Her scream is visceral pleasure, and the sweet fisting waves ripple all over my dick.

No more edging. It is time to rut.

Chapter Nineteen

Adaline

Ican scarcely breathe. Jayga’s cock is inside me, and my whole pussy squeezes and locks over him. I want to come again.

“Look at her,” Jayga says, a familiar darkness in his eyes. “Look at our queen.”

I wrap my fingers around August’s cock. My strokes make his hips buck.

All the fears and reasons not to do this have faded away. Now, I’m a force of nature, a fae, and an omega—one who demands her dues.

“Our queen,” August says in a low, thick voice. His fingers are around my throat, holding me. I growl at him, testing the hold, arching up, and reveling in the sensation of being controlled.

“Fuck, she likes that,” Jayga says.

I really do. “More,” I demand, even though I don’t know what the more is I need.

I’m a mess. I can feel my breasts leaking, the clear sticky substance pooling at the tip and then trickling down onto my nest.

August leans down to capture my pleasure sounds in a kiss, his tongue tangling with mine, fanning the flames of my lust.

When he lifts his lips, our eyes clash. His pupils are blown, and his skin is painted with gold dust. More dust wafts from my skin in little clouds as I tremble through the aftershocks of pleasure.

“I love you,” he says.

“We both do. Forever and beyond,” Jayga agrees. His dark gaze is no less intense than August’s.

The words shred the last of my grip on sanity as I slip into the subspace of heat. Normally, my heat scares me. Today, I welcome the haze.

I feel cherished.

Safe enough to let go, to fly. My alphas will catch me.

Another climax is building within me—my whole body pulses. I’m hot. A core deep, hot, thirsty for something only my kings can quench. “My kings. My world. Take my blood. Bind me to you. To both of you.”

Jayga is still knotted, but he takes my hips in his hands, pulls out, and slams deep.

We both groan. Oh, it feels so good. Having him inside me, stretching me with his cock and knot—delivering a raw, animalistic thrill that shoots sparks through my core.

“I’m going to fuck you so good,” Jayga says. Expression savage, he pounds me into the nest. “We both are. Rut you through your heat how you need. Ruin you in this pretty nest.”

My body rocks as Jayga picks up the pace, fucking with rough strokes, stretching me in the most delicious way around his bulging knot. Pressure is building, and my heart is beating a staccato, making me dizzy. The slide of his cock in and out, theflutter of nerves on the brink of another climax that will tear our lives apart.

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